It wasn't a myth when I was a little girl. The dentist my parents took me to would call me his "little flower" while he was sticking the needles in my mouth with someone holding me down, while I was screaming and kicking because I was scared to death. Dentist = pain, that was all I knew. (he probably hated to see me coming as much as I hated being there) It took me a long time as an adult to go back to a dentist, it wasn't until I broke a molar at age 26 that I finally was forced to go. Now I have a wonderful dentist and everything really is pretty much pain-free. Things have changed a lot for the better.

It wasn't a myth when I was a little girl. The dentist my parents took me to would call me his "little flower" while he was sticking the needles in my mouth with someone holding me down, while I was screaming and kicking because I was scared to death. Dentist = pain, that was all I knew. (he probably hated to see me coming as much as I hated being there) It took me a long time as an adult to go back to a dentist, it wasn't until I broke a molar at age 26 that I finally was forced to go. Now I have a wonderful dentist and everything really is pretty much pain-free. Things have changed a lot for the better.

I know it wasn't a myth when we were small, I mean today it might be a myth from our days. We had a dentist that hated kids, but he was cheap and let my mother make payments, but I still remember him jabbing me to pull a tooth, aasked me if it was numb yet I said no, he said yes it is and pulled my tooth, I nearly passed out. I remember there was so much blood and yeck that walking home I had to stop and spit it out a few times. I hated that old man.

Thanks everyone for your kind thoughts and prayers! Mom had her surgery at around 1:30pm and was in her room by 4:00. The doctor said she did well and barring a bad pathology report will be fine.

I mentioned before that her surgery was delayed and we were hoping that good would somehow come of that. This time around the hospital staff were great! Mom liked all of her doctors and nurses and felt much more confident going into surgery. My sister and I were relieved too.

I know it wasn't a myth when we were small, I mean today it might be a myth from our days. We had a dentist that hated kids, but he was cheap and let my mother make payments, but I still remember him jabbing me to pull a tooth, aasked me if it was numb yet I said no, he said yes it is and pulled my tooth, I nearly passed out. I remember there was so much blood and yeck that walking home I had to stop and spit it out a few times. I hated that old man.

OK, I get what you mean, there's enough people like us around who have horror stories about dentists and some people think it's still like that.

The dentist my parents took me to would call me his "little flower" while he was sticking the needles in my mouth with someone holding me down, while I was screaming and kicking because I was scared to death. .

Geez, Marley, now I've got a vision of the Nasonex bee as a psychotic dentist.
Gut, it just seems weird to me that they are that upset about EEE. We always had to have our horses immunized against that disease, so apparently mosquitoes around here do carry it, but I never heard anything mentioned about humans getting it. Then again I never heard anyone say anything about emus either! Just to be safe, you might want to spray DEET on your clothes if you're spending a lot of time outside.
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